This poem was sent to me by Ellis and Jacqui who I had the pleasure of meeting on the 27th July 2014 at the WWI Commemoration Day at Netley. They saw it at the Menin Gate a few years ago and made a copy of it.
A POEM FOR REMEMBRANCE DAY
“The inquisitive mind of a child”.
Why are they selling poppies, Mummy?
Selling poppies in town today?
The poppies child, are flowers of love,
For the men who marched away.
But why have they chosen a poppy Mummy?
Why not a beautiful rose?
Because my child, men fought and died
In the fields where the poppy grows.
But why are the poppies so red, Mummy?
Why are the poppies so red?
Red is the colour of blood my child
The blood that our soldiers shed.
The heart of the poppy is black Mummy,
Why does it have to be black?
Black, my child, is the symbol of grief
For the men who never came back.
But why, Mummy, are you crying so?
Your tears are giving me pain.
My tears are my fears for you my child
For the world is forgetting again.
Do you know when Britain had it's first Poppy Day???
It was a beautiful sunny day for Remembrance Sunday 2012. The service at Netley Cemetery was at 3pm although this year it was a bit late due to some transport problems!! Here are some photos from the service.
They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old,
Age shall not weary them nor the years condemn,
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We shall remember them
Remembrance Sunday 2014
It was a soggy sunday this year, but a lovely group of people stood in the rain to remember.
Remembrance Sunday 2015
2018 Owen's walk on Armistice Day, the 11th November.
The 3pm Service.